Psalm 42:1-11
To the director. Masʹkil* of the sons of Korʹah.+
42 As a deer that longs for streams of water,So I long* for you, O God.
2 I do thirst* for God, for the living God.+
When may I come and appear before God?+
3 My tears are my food day and night;All day long people taunt me: “Where is your God?”+
4 These things I remember, and I pour out my soul,*For I once walked along with the multitude;I used to walk solemnly* before them to the house of God,With sounds of rejoicing and thanksgiving,Those of a crowd celebrating a festival.+
5 Why am I* in despair?+
Why is this turmoil within me?
Wait for God,+For I will yet praise him as my Grand Savior.+
6 My God, I am* in despair.+
That is why I remember you,+From the land of Jordan and the peaks of Herʹmon,From Mount Mi·zarʹ.*
7 Deep waters call to deep watersAt the sound of your waterfalls.
All your surging waves have overwhelmed me.+
8 By day Jehovah will grant me his loyal love,And by night his song will be with me—a prayer to the God of my life.+
9 I will say to God, my crag:
“Why have you forgotten me?+
Why should I walk about sad because of the oppression by my enemy?”+
10 With murderous hostility* my enemies taunt me;All day long they taunt me: “Where is your God?”+
11 Why am I* in despair?
Why is this turmoil within me?
Wait for God,+For I will yet praise him as my Grand Savior and my God.+
Footnotes
^ Or “my soul longs.”
^ Or “My soul thirsts.”
^ Or “slowly.”
^ Or “is my soul.”
^ Or “my soul is.”
^ Or “the little mountain.”
^ Or possibly, “As if crushing my bones.”
^ Or “is my soul.”